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Archive for November, 2011

Poetry Wednesday

Wednesday, November 30th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

We all want something beautiful…I wish I was beautiful. — Counting Crows

I had such a weird day yesterday. One of those days where the universe seems to be telling you one thing at noon and then by midnight you’re pouring out of a rocking Madison Square Garden after your New York Rangers laid down the smack on the division leaders (including your goalie stepping *OUT OF THE NET* to punch a dude in the face; and yes, it costs us a goal, but it was totally worth it!) and it’s like the universe is telling you a different something altogether.

I used to go on these car trips with my best friend in high school and while I don’t think we got lost often, when we did, I was always anxious and impatient and wanted to either be where we were going OR certain that we were on the right path to get there.

“Dawn,” he would say in his aggravatingly calm way, “it’s about the journey. We’ll get there.”

I would glare and say “easy for you, the white guy is NEVER the first one stabbed to death.”

Alas, I relent. Let the universe send it’s conflicting cacophony. I’m here. I’m listening.

Don’t Go Back to Sleep Rumi

the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
don’t go back to sleep.

you must ask for what you really want.
don’t go back to sleep.

people are going back and forth between the
doorsill where the two worlds touch.
the door is round and open.

don’t go back to sleep.

Tap tap tap… is this thing on?

Tuesday, November 29th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

I confess, I can barely look my blog in the URL anymore. So many months without any proper posting, the shame of it. I derided bloggers like me, now I am a blogger like me. Wait… what?

I have tons of stuff to write about — did you know that I went to the final Taylor Swift concert on the “Speak Now” tour? It was awesome! And I need to finish a writeup of returning shows(The entire NBC Thursday “comedy” block needs to be canceled. Ditto “The Mentalist.”) But, I’m packing and getting ready for what I think will be my last WPBT in Las Vegas and when I return from that, I’ll be off again to the Dirty Souf. I hope to get some writing done on the plane and maybe at Beni Hana, since I’ll be dining alone and will need something to occupy my hands in between wiping away my loser tears.

So, short post, slightly longer, things should be back to normal, just not right now.



Tuesday, November 29th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

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Tuesday, November 29th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Peanut butter shortage hits the nation.

Hoisted on her own petard

Tuesday, November 15th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

I was up late Sunday night watching football. The game turned out to be the most awesome thing ever, and I was all jacked up on adrenaline and couldn’t sleep. So… I stayed up and I watched the game again.

Needless to say, by the time I got home on Monday night, I was dead tired and face planted into bed. When I checked my phone this morning at 4 AM, there were like five text messages from my mother saying “Urgent. Call me immediately.” There were three missed calls. I decided to call her. She was totally sleeping.
“It’s Dawn. You said it was an emergency…”
Still groggy she’s all “What?”
“It’s Dawn… you texted me ten times yesterday…”
“And you’re just now calling me?”
“I was sleeping…what’s the emergency?”
“I wanted you to show me how to log on to facebook so I could vote for Dancing with the Stars.”

Have a good weekend!

Friday, November 11th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

All morning I’ve been rocking out to the most awesome so totally inappropriately racist song ever, and I figured I’d share:

(Also, features my fiance only in my mind!)

Not so random question

Thursday, November 10th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Okay, so what’s the non-psycho way of saying “No, not red exactly… but that color the Cove turned when the fishermen stabbed all the dolphins to death” ?

Taylor Tuesday

Tuesday, November 8th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

You know you’ve missed these! I think the reason I love her so much is because she actually believes the worst thing you could do to someone is write a song about what they did to you! L. O. L!

I’ll spirit you right in the head

Monday, November 7th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Who’s got two thumbs and does not need mass changing traditional phrases to gooblygook? This guy!

None of this would happen if mass was in latin like it’s sposed to be!

I hang my head

Monday, November 7th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

First place team says “unclean! unclean!” *scrubs body with bleach and brillo to get the stink of the last four weeks off*